So this is the opening scene of a new story idea I got and want to see if I need to change anything or expand on it before moving forward with it. Tell me what you think needs expanded on or approached from a different angle...
The Secret of Sailor Pluto and Ranma Saotome...
The dream. The same dream that haunted them for so many years. How does one cope with the loss of everything? Some hide in their work, their duty, their family. Some run away and hide from themselves, lost In their mind, in their spirit, in their faith. But what do you do when you loose yourself so completely, only another tragedy of reality shattering consequences can bring you back? For someone, it's about to become a very real situation...
Mt Phoenix. Technique after technique, many seemingly pulled from nowhere, and a few truly unique to the individual fighting the crazed Demi god hatchling in front of them. And still the fighter was loosing. Even "borrowing" power from the nearly ascended would be tyrant in front of them, it wasn't going to be enough. Their own personal reserves had been shattered long ago in this fight and still they fought on. Desperately searching their thoughts for something, ANYTHING, to just tip those odds even slightly in their favor. Then they found...something. It's power had been there all along, a trickle of a thread, and the fighter knew, this was the only reason they were still in the fight. But here was their birthright, locked away til sought.
Tentatively, the fighter reached for the power, then stopped. Here was something locked away for a reason, and like so many things learned by the fighter, the price might be more than they were willing to pay. Suddenly, there was a buildup of the godlings power, more than at any point in the fight. Looking towards the super heated ball of power heading toward them, movement from their breast pocket momentarily distracts the fighter as a doll, no not a doll but a shell of a girl dehydrated to the state of near death pulls itself from the pocket and literally stops the ball of power. "AKANE!!!" Cries out the fighter as she is hit, all but disintegrating the small form.
Now it's amazing what anger and pain can do in terms of power, and what people will do when pushed to far. Any misgivings the fighter had about using the power locked away within themselves. Suddenly, time slowed to a stop. Power gathered in the young fighters hands. With a scream of "Dragons Fist Ascension Revised: Dragons Chrono Assault!" A wave of power rushes towards the being who would be King. Not fearing the new attack figuring the landling had just used the last of whatever had been keeping them in the fight. Imagine his surprise, when the assault caused him to suddenly loose power and age in a painful and firery way. Unable to prevent this rapid de aging and loss, he screamed in vengeful frustration. Then he was no more, just a large glowing egg remained. The fighter stumbled towards the egg. Drawing on the last of what power they gained from their momentary boost, in words almost to quiet to be heard, the voice called out "Dead Scream" blasting into the egg, causing the glow to completely fade before blowing up the egg, and surrounding mountainside into fine dust. When the dust settled, the fighter collapsed into a puddle of water, activating a recognized change...but different as well. And where Ranma Saotome, premier fighter and best of his generation fell, a green haired woman lay in the scraps of what was left of his clothing.